Arthur stood next to Molly's bed in St. Mungo's, holding her hand, trying to help her ease through the process of yet another child. He could barely feel his fingers, she was squeezing so hard, but after five births he was... acclimated to the process. He and Molly had agreed before hand to decide on a name once the baby was born, but he couldn't help but think that maybe they might name this boy Arthur II. After all, they WERE starting to run out of good names for boys at this point... and after having six of them, it seemed pointless
Molly shrieked out and crunched his fingers, bringing him back into the moment, the midwife ready to catch the infant. "Almost there Molly. Almost there. You're doing well!" she shrieked again in response, unable to word her pain and emotions properly.
The tiny wail of a new born filled the room and Arthur kissed Molly's forehead "all done now Molly..."
"It's a Girl! Congratulations!" the midwife happily held the little screaming bundle, wrapping her in a soft pink blanket.
"Molly, I was thinking we could name him Arthur II..." Arthur gently pried his wife's fingers from the grooves in his hand, speaking softly to help her calm back down after the birth.
"Would you like to hold her?" the midwife passed the now quiet baby into Molly's arms. Arthur and Molly looked at the pink blanket surrounding their baby, confused.
"Maybe they're just out of blue right now..." Arthur furrowed his brow, "a simple color change charm and it'll be fine..." he raised his wand as Molly shuffled through the pink blanket.
"ARTHUR! IT'S A GIRL!" Molly looked up at him shocked, and then pulled the blankets away from the tiny body as he peered over. "What? No...you must be mis-" his eyes widened as he looked down on his first daughter. Molly smiled brilliantly and wrapped her baby girl up, talking softly to her daughter, happy to FINALLY have the baby girl she always hoped for.
Arthur panicked, and started to hyperventilate. He didn't know what to do with a little girl! How was he supposed to play with her? Or talk to her? And what about when she grew up and had Molly's temper? And BOYS... she would date BOYS!
Arthur passed out on the floor while Molly lovingly said, "My little one, you look like a Ginerva to me! What do you think Arthur?...Arthur?"